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THE ENTERPRISING SPIRIT OF THE ANGLO-SAXON RACE

That next bright morning he called around to the motel to collect Becker and take him to the Lookout—this visiting American he'd met at Rotary the previous night and who knew his daughter Terri in the city.

The American was bemused.

‘No,' he said to this Becker, ‘you must see our Points of Historical Interest.'

He liked visitors. They filled the time he had, it seemed, these days.

‘After all we are, or I was, in the same business, Mr Becker. I was making soft drinks before you were born. Now, of course, retired. Would you believe there were independent cordial-makers in every country town before you chaps came along with your Proprietary lines—Coca-Cola, Jusfrute, Schweppes. Still that's Progress, I suppose.'

I suppose. That's Progress. How you believe in something and it changes like a stick into a snake. Cherished beliefs turn and bite you. Competition. Good for the winner, bad for the loser. And always more losers than winners. That was why
people became socialists. Socialism was a system for losers. But for the life of him he couldn't see whether he'd won or lost now, now that it was the final round. Some words were only made clear by the events that arose and followed in and around and behind the word.

‘Situations and people's subsequent behaviour make the meaning of some words clear,' he said.

‘Sorry, sir?'

‘Just thinking aloud. No matter.'

School of Arts—Tap-dancing, Tues., Thurs., Sat.

‘That was where the Science Club used to meet before the war. These days they use it for Housie—the Catholics. I suppose we have the answer to everything now. This has always been a brick town. Weatherboard towns don't trust themselves. I've always said a brick building was a statement of faith.'

‘Brick, sir???'

Street Light, Weathered-grey Ironbark Blackened with Creosote at the Base

‘Believe it nor not, that's our first street light—still standing. Not that it is a Point of Historical Interest. I just mention that in passing. I can remember when it was our only street light. It was a carbide light, before I moved a motion that we have a row of electric lights in the street run off the generator from sunset to midnight, except on moonlight nights—we were a bit tight, that council. I made one of the speeches
on Switch-on Night from the back of Carberry's Fiat motor-lorry …

‘How do we get up on the lorry, Henry! Didn't anyone think of steps? What about the Ladies? A butter-box or something! Do I always have to think of everything myself?'

‘We had a potted palm on the lorry and a table draped with the Australian flag. Coloured lights. I have always said Australians don't know how to put on a Show—have a proper ceremony. I was telling you last night about the St Louis Rotary Convention. Now, you Americans, you people know how to put on a Show.'

‘Yes, sir, you did tell me.'

‘Electricity is used extensively in America and Europe, and seven towns now have electricity in New South Wales alone. The approach to this town could be a White Way of Electricity—a proclamation of this town's belief in the Scientific Future. No city parliamentarians came. Some of the locals were peeved. I was not. Towns should be masters of their own affairs.

I have always avoided bowing and curtsying to politicians, which is not to say anything against Harry Bate.'

‘Towns should be masters of their own affairs and powers unto themselves. I have always avoided this bowing and scraping that goes on with city parliamentarians. I remember thinking at the time that electricity power and its conveniences might equalise the country and the city and keep the young from
leaving the town. We failed to keep our young. My two daughters have gone.'

‘There were those opposed to the spending of the £8000. Council could go too far and ride the good horse called Good Times into the ground. There were those on council who would always have you budget for bad times. I have always budgeted for better time ahead.'

‘Ironbark poles—all ironbark poles and many still standing.'

‘An unnatural extending of the daylight. “The moon and the stars are good enough for God,” Old Holdstein, the Lutheran said. We all grinned behind our hand and winked at each other.'

‘One old chap I remember said that it was extending daylight unnaturally. Most people, he said, didn't want to be moving about at night. But we are go-ahead down this part.'

“‘You are living in the unscientific past, Mr Holdstein,” I said. “And you, George McDowell, are an arrogant man, dazzled by mechanical fabrications and unable to have proper fear of their implications.” The others were having a bit of a laugh behind their hand.'

‘I replied that we have to go where Science takes us. That's the destiny of our Times. He said that he knew very well where Science was taking us.'

‘Do you mind if I smoke, sir?'

‘No, by all means.'

He pulled out the ashtray for the American. ‘I myself
have never smoked and did not take alcohol until I was fifty. Both my daughters smoke, I don't know why. I always believed though, privately, that I could become a heavy drinker if I ever had let myself go.'

Tutman's Ice Works—‘Safe and Pure'—Two Shillings in the Slot

‘Now there's an interesting story. My childhood friend, the late James Tutman, built that ice works and it's still going. He was a pioneer of ice-making in this country. First to make block ice, or one of the first. I once predicted that it was finished. Now his son's put ice in plastic bags for service stations and hotels.'

I show James the advertisement from Popular Mechanics for the Tyrell Institute Formula, and we agree to write away for it and try it. It says that it will ‘magnify your energy, sharpen your brain to razor edge and put a sparkle in your eye'. I tell James that we get no answer to our letter, but, in fact, we do and I take the powder but do not tell James. I do not want to share the secret. I should not have done that. I'm sorry, James. I'm sorry. It did not work anyhow. I felt no different.

‘We were great friends and business associates and fellow Rotarians. Do you know what my greatest mistake was?'

‘No, sir. What was your greatest mistake?'

‘I decided against going into ice-cream manufacturing. The coast is ideally suited. Milk, butter, cheese. I decided against ice-cream. Why? I thought domestic
refrigeration would spell the end to commercial ice-cream. I thought every woman would make ice-cream in her home. I was wrong. Throughout my life I have underestimated the laziness, lack of initiative, lack of resourcefulness of the human race.'

‘H. L. Mencken once said, sir, that no one has ever gone broke underestimating the public taste.'

On the balance, things are for the best rather than for the worse. ‘Where is the proof of that?' I ask Teacher. ‘Sit down, George, and get on with your work.'

‘Where is the proof?'

‘Don't be insolent, George.'

Sit down.

Sit down.

I wanted it to be proved, I wanted it to be true.

Dr Trenbow's Former Residence with Wireless Aerial

‘Am I boring you with all this talk of the old days?'

‘No, not at all. But sooner or later I have to get on with my calls.'

‘That stone residence is where old Dr Trenbow lived. He, too, was an advanced thinker. He had the first wireless set in this town and formed a Radio Listening-in Club. It was in 1924 when F. P. Naylor, representing the Associated Radio Company of Australia, visited this town.

F. P. Naylor rises to speak. ‘It is with great pleasure that I come here this evening to address your
listening-in experiment organised by your Science Club. For those of you new to wireless the method of use is as follows: the family gathers around a table on which the wireless receiving apparatus is placed. A selective switch is turned—this ebonite knob—to get the correct strength of sound, this other ebonite knob is turned. The best artists in the city travel through the ether at 186,000 miles per second, thus annihilating distance. The apparatus literally takes the broadcast programme “out of the air”. For family listening a trumpet is used to distribute the sound equally up to a distance of 200 yards. For private listening the ear receiver is used.' Dr Trenbow and I had spent the afternoon rigging up the aerial from the chimney to the pine-tree. The doctor had purchased a Burgusphone wireless receiver. Thus annihilating distance.

‘The wireless annihilated distance. I'll tell you a funny thing. They used to say that until we had wireless, this town was always about ten minutes behind the world. The town clock was always slow by about ten minutes. Every time someone went up to the city, they found their watch slow. When wireless came, we could set the clock by that.'

‘That's intriguing, sir.'

McDowell's Cordials and Aerated Waters—Tru-frute Flavours—Now Demolished Except for the Brick Front which Still Stands

‘I built that factory in 1925, lived in it until I married. Get out, we'll have a look around. You'll be interested, being in the soft-drink business, yourself.'

The Business.

Business Card.

Letterhead.

Printed Invoice.

Painted Sign.

Printed Label.

Advertisements.

All bearing my name. A person becomes a business entity. An address. A telephone number.

A letterhead. There was something fine about it. Something of a special pleasure in a letterhead. A registered business name. The Eckersley Carbonator will be here on Tuesday.

‘This is where the Eckersley Carbonator was—over here—and the Progressive bottle-washing machine here. And this here was my office, this slab here was my office.'

My office.

And these are my tears and this is my aching heart. This was my office and this was my factory. I didn't sell my factory: I sold my works and days. Economic factors and economy of scale.

‘Economic factors and economies of scale. That was where the men's shower was.'

Where are the men? What is the future of the country town. We could all live in a single skyscraper. One town in a single building instead
of spreading houses over good acres. Soon, anyhow, the town will be nothing more than a refrigerated outlet for frozen merchandise from the city. The country merchant and the country manufacturer are disappearing.

‘Soon towns will be just refrigerated outlets for frozen products made for us god-knows-where by people we've never met. Soon we won't even bake our own daily bread.'

Tears.

Tears.

‘Morning, George, sentimentalising again, I see.'

Sentimental George? Yes, he was a very sentimental person. Ben Backhouse, queer fish. A good town editor. Stuck by the town.

‘Our editor, Ben Backhouse, this is Mr Becker from the United States.'

Local papers disappearing. Owned by people you never see. People you can't argue with in the street, can't put a case to. This Max Newton. What happened to Frank Hanley, always working here on some paper on the coast?

‘Ben, whatever happened to Frank Hanley?'

‘Can't remember, George.'

‘What happened to Boot? I met Boot once with my father. He had the paper at Tilba and then Cobargo.'

‘That's a long way back, George.'

Time. George. My second daughter died of pleurisy. Wouldn't happen now. I placed an advertisement in the local paper thanking the
nurses at the Cottage Hospital and thanking Dr Trenbow. Don't see that now. I own all the shops in the arcade.

‘I own all the shops in the arcade, which was my idea. How many towns do you know that have an arcade? But it's not the same, not the same as being a manufacturer. Why, I'm just a collector of rents now.'

‘You've done very nicely, George. No one is going to listen to your whingeing.'

‘I was telling Mr Becker that I was in soft drinks myself until two years ago. No one to take over things. No son. Of course, I'm a rich man. My eldest daughter has done very well—a headmistress. I often ask myself these questions …'

What questions?

I once had plans for a political party of Makers and Growers. This country is run by financiers, real-estate men, trade unionists, and public servants—who all make nothing. I was quite a reader. I was once quite a philosopher in my own way, and a world traveller.

‘In my own way I was once quite a philosopher. You'd agree with that, Ben?'

‘Oh yes, George, you were.'

‘I have always said the small town is the answer to our problems. We will one day have to return to the small town. I was against
small-mindedness
, but always for
small towns
. It's not how many square miles in a country that makes it great: it's how many square people. I see, only recently, a young fellow from the
university agreed with me about the towns. He said the future is in small communities. I cut the piece out. His name was McGregor. Or was it Craig. I held high hopes for the country way of life, Ben. You'd agree with that, I once wrote the Creed. Do you remember the Creed, Ben? You printed it. The point of ever larger cities eludes me. This is where the men's showers were, where I'm sitting now.'

Where are the men?

Triple-filtered water was the answer to impurities in the local supply. I didn't use Blue Ark essence for many years. Made everything myself. All my drinks were 15 parts pure fruit juice. No one noticed when I stopped doing it myself. People don't basically care. Or appreciate. People have never cared as much as I have. Why was that? No one ever commented. I didn't sell my factory: I sold my works and my days.

‘George?'

‘Ben. Have you met this American chap from Coca-Cola?'

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